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Just Being Neighborly. - Chapter 6
Somehow we were already back in front of his house, so he just looked at me, winked, and whispered, "I don't want to say it, but I think I love you."
"Nor I, but I think so too.."
The rest of the way home, all I could do was think "Oh, shit. what have I gotten into?" over and over I repeated it to myself.
As I walked into the house I heard my wife say, "I thought you said a half-hour..it's been over forty-five minutes that you were gone? Where were you?"
"Oh... I met a guy around the corner who was out in his yard and we were talking for quite a while. just couldn't seem to shut him up and get away. Besides, as I recall, I said a half-hour or so'.and I think forty-five minutes falls into an or so'."
"So, what were you talking about for so long?"
"Mostly about the neighborhood. he's kind'a new and was asking a lot about what's been going on here and in town for the past ten or fifteen years.you know. just bullshittin' the night away.."
"That's nice. Maybe I'll go out with you tomorrow night. So, what was his name?"
"John"
"John what?"
"You know, I never thought to ask him what his last name was. He just introduced himself as `John', and I didn't go any further into it.."
"Okay. Would you please help me clean up some of this trash. I was clipping loose ends off that afgan again."
"Sure.."
The rest of that night my mind kept going back to the clubhouse and to how absolutely wonderful it had been. Each time I thought about it, every nerve ending in my love tunnel tingled and ached for more stimulation from John's heated rod. I thought too of him lying against me and the feel of his body against me. His lips pressed to mine and our tongues locked in their aggression. I wanted him there. I wanted to be with him still.
Somehow I made it through the night and next day, praying that we would be able to see and talk to each other that following night. ..but what if my wife decided to come along? Oh well, we'll cross that bridge if, or when, we get to it.
At about 8:00, I said to my wife, "You want to go take that walk now?"
"Sure do. let's go." She answered, so we got up from the sofa and started toward the door. "I just hope my hip holds out. It's been bothering me today" she continued.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. We'll take it easy and walk slowly. That might even help it."
Out the door we went and across the lawn to the street. As we passed Chuck's house, I could see lights on in his kitchen and bedroom and wondered what he might be doing in there (and what I'd like to be doing if I were in there with him).
Right after we rounded the corner onto Indian Head, my wife stops short and says: "Damn! I think I gliched it. All the sudden it's hurting like hell! ... You go on and walk and I'll go back to the house."
"You sure you don't need any help?"
"No. Just go on and walk. I don't want to sabotage your exercise now that you seem to be on track with it. I'll see you back at the house when you get there."
"Okay. about a half-hour or so. Make sure you put your leg up when you get in."
With that she turned and started back toward the house. Somehow my usually rotten luck seemed to be turning good for a change..and, sure enough, as I got to John's house, there he was, standing on his front steps.
"Hi, guy." I said as I saw him.
"'Hi' yourself. Hold up a minute," he said as he walked over to me. "My wife's out tonight `with the girls' and won't be home for a couple hours. Wanna come in?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I replied, and we walked together back up the walk and steps and went inside.
Once inside, he said, "Let's go into the tv room in back, can't do much here in all this light with all those windows..and neighbors."
"Just lead the way," I said, already beginning to tremble with anticipation.
As we made our way into the tv room, the lights were very dim and I noticed the blinds were down and closed. "Expecting company?" I asked.
"Not `expecting', just hoping. When I saw you round the corner with your wife that hope seemed to fade a little and I started to feel a bit dejected. Then she turned and went back.. What happened? A little tiff?"
"No, her hip started to bother her. She thinks she's getting a little arthritis in it. so she went back to get off it. Some luck wouldn't you say?"
"The best!!! You remember last night we said we needed to talk? Well, right now I don't feel like talking, I just want to feel you against me again. I want you as close to me as I can get you."
".and I want that too. I want you all over me and I want to be all over you. I just can't seem to get enough of you.. So what are we waiting for? Get those damned jeans and shirt off!!!"
I don't know if we set any world record, but I would guess that we were both stripped and holding tightly to each other in less than 10 seconds! Oh, how wonderful he felt up against me. I moved my hands and arms down his back and grabbed the delightful twin globes of his backside and pulled him against me. I could feel his manhood beginning to rise to the challenge as it pressed against my own now engorged member. Each throb of his rod against me made me shiver and pull him even tighter.
By now our mouths were pressed as tightly against one another's as were our lower regions. His tongue had invaded through my willing lips and was working its magic on my own tongue and down into the recesses of my mouth and throat. This man could go deep at either end!!! At once we both began to moan loudly and he moved his hands behind my head and pulled me even tighter to his lips, moving his whole head from side to side and in a circular motion to drive himself into me.
Already, all thoughts except wanting him to mount and penetrate me had left my mind. I wanted to merge with him and be one. I wanted him deep in me, joined and rapturous. To be again on my back with him on top of me and my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him to hold him to me. But I wanted it slow and easy and long-lasting. No hurry. No pounding. I wanted to feel every millimeter, no . micron, of him as he plowed my love tunnel with his bone and, finally, left his seed deep inside me.
"John."
"Yes?"
"Please.. now."
With that he moved his hands and arms down and around my back and lifted me as he walked over to lay me down on the sofa that had been behind me. Then he knelt over me, his knees on each side of my hips so that his baby makers in their velvety container were hanging down into the crevice where my own were being held up between my legs. I could feel their softness and their heat, which seemed almost to spread up and over my entire body warming me with a internal glow. He leaned forward and placed his lips back onto mine and his tongue began anew with its explorations. When he did so, I felt the stiffness and the heat of his now steel- hard plow against my stomach and, as long as it was, it seemed to go all the way up to the small patch of hair on my chest.
When he moved, I suddenly felt a slightly cold sensation above my navel near the head of his love tool. I knew immediately what that had to be and I wanted to get to it. I pushed him up and bent my head forward between us so that I was looking dead-on to the end of his pole. Just then it jerked upward slightly and another precious drop of shiny fluid appeared in the crevice there. I leaned further forward and just managed to reach it with the tip of my tongue. It tasted like slightly bitter honey, but to me it was delicious. I pushed and bent a little further up and was able to capture the red, flaring strawberry between my lips and suction it for more reward. As I did this, I heard him exhale with a groan that started somewhere down below my head and worked it's way up and out through his nose and mouth that were above and behind my head.
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down. "Not now. just relax and let me do this," he whispered into my left ear. Softly he began to blow into my ear , moved down slightly and kissed the lobe, and then began to nibble at it. Currents began to flow throughout my body. Working his way down with his lips and the tip of his tongue, he scorched a path from the ear down the side of my neck to my collar bone and began to kiss and nibble across my shoulder. I was flying higher and higher with his touch and loving.
He pushed himself backwards and slid his knees further down to each side of my legs. As he did, I felt his ball sack slide down the crevice between my legs and his hardened rod moved down my stomach, leaving its slippery cool trail. Then he continued the downward trek with his lips and tongue. First stopping to circle and tease my left nipple until it was standing up and out with as much rigidness as the love tool now lying along side my own overheated and swollen excitement. Then he moved across to the right side and worked his magic with the rough tip of his tongue until it too was standing like a soldier at attention. Now he brought his hands up, each to continue the stimulation brought about by his lips and tongue as they continued to move lower. As his lips reached my navel, he stopped and kissed it lovingly, then turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek across my belly. Side-to-side he moved, turning his head from one side to the other, alternating the movement with his cheeks. Slowly he moved back to the center and once again started his downward path, following the treasure trail of dark curly hairs from my navel to the now dripping head of my throbbing and jerking cock. Down he moved, licking along the sides - from one to the other - until he reached the twin orbs resting in their casing at the apex of my thighs. Slowly he lapped one and then the other, soaking them with his saliva.
All the while his hands were tracing mirrored patterns across, around, and down my abdomen and hips to the outsides of my thighs. Now he started back up. Running his tongue up the exposed underside of my joy stick, then stopping to envelope the head with his lips, lifting and raising it so that he could slide his lips down the shaft all the way to the base, blowing out through his nostrils into the patch of dark curls there. Slowly he began to suck and move his head up and down. Every nerve in my body was starting to scream with pleasure and further anticipation.
"Now?" I asked. "now? ..please..."
This time he leaned back, looked down at me and smiled with a look in his eyes that sent a wave of heat over my body. He lifted his right leg to make room and I moved my left leg over against the back of the sofa, opening a space between my legs where he could put his leg back down between them. Then he lifted his left and I made room for it by moving my right leg out to the edge of the cushions. With him now between my legs, I reached down and grabbed my knees to pull them up and out to open the way for him.
He leaned forward and reached over my head to the end table there and squirted some lotion from the hand-pump there into his right hand. As he did, the head of his rod was right over my face and I could see the outline of the veins and the tube that would deliver his love potion to me. I quickly reached up and licked it wanting another taste of his manliness. Rocking back down onto his heels, he slathered the lotion onto his long handle and finally pressed it down so that it slipped it between my legs to prepare for the next move. And it didn't take long for that next move.
He again began to lean forward over me, so I lifted my legs and buttox to open a clear path for his attack, and almost miraculously I felt the head of his love tool strike a direct hit on its target. As he leaned further forward, I reached up and pulled his head down to me and met his mouth with mine. My tongue charged between his lips and my mouth began to suction his tongue back to me. At the same time, I felt electrified as his hot, searching probe popped through the tight entryway to my fuck chute and began to slide deeper and deeper into me. Again I started to moan. I couldn't have talked if I wanted to . not just because our mouths were locked in mortal combat. but I couldn't have formed a coherent word from a mind that was filled with nothing but shooting stars and roman candles.
Oh, my god!! It was every bit as good as it had ever been . no . it was even better!!! I still didn't know why every time he was deep inside me, my body felt so alive and electric, but that's the only way I can describe it. Electric. Every nerve, every fiber in my body was sending signals to my brain. I was only a scant inch away from overload!
I don't know for sure how he felt, or what emotions were going on inside his head and body, but from the responses I could feel and hear, it must have been pretty close to my own. Slowly and evenly he began to move out and then back in. Using only his hips so that his upper body stayed close to mine and his lips remained against my own, he paced a deep fuck. Each time the head passed the sweet spot of my prostate I felt another surge of electricity. Each time it reached the deepest point, I wanted to suck it even deeper. The muscles inside me were working their own magic, pulling and holding him. Only releasing him enough to allow his backward move then clamping tight before he had gone too far back out and starting to pull him back in. It was a magical rhythm.
Slowly and surely the ecstacy climbed, but it stayed controlled. No frenzy this time. Just peak after wonderful peak!! I have no idea how long this went on but soon we were both at the doorway to a flight into the stars.
"Now." I stated. Not a question. Not a demand. Just a statement. And then I felt it as it started somewhere at the base of my neck and began to travel down and around my body.down my spine and then into and around my love hole coming back together at the base of my cock, just behind and below my balls. He must have felt it as it passed because he suddenly tensed all over and a low groan began to come up from deep inside him. This time, as he reached the depth of his forward plunge, he stopped and pushed tighter against me. His hips wiggled from side to side and he pushed even tighter against me as though he were trying to lodge himself even further into the heated glove of my love tunnel. Then I felt it as his love juice exploded deep inside me. Again he pressed tighter against me, and again I felt the jerk and swelling of his veined rod as it delivered another load of its seed. Twice again I felt his orgasmic response, then suddenly I felt my own respose take hold and felt the warmth of my own juices as they spread themselves between us.
Slowly he began the movements of before, and with each depth of penetration he stopped again to drive the last of his love into me. Then he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his buttox and held him to me. I was content. Never in my life have I felt so wondrous. Slowly I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the now relaxed muscles under the skin. I moved my legs down to where they were wrapped around his legs with my ankles between his calves, and continued to rub his back and pull him to me. His hands were now on each side of my head and holding me as he kissed me deeply and passionately. I could stay like this for hours. .but, alas, it was `that time' again.
"I've got to get out of here. how long has it been?"
"Oh shit, it's been almost an hour! Think you can explain this away?"
"Yeah, I'll think of something. But I better get my ass moving."
"You already did that..and pretty damned well I'd say."
"Thanks, your moving wasn't so bad either. In fact I'd like a lot more of that..but I've gotta get gone!"
"Okay," he replied as he got up from off me and I was able to turn and stand and gather my clothes. As I was dressing, he said: "We were supposed to talk tonight, remember? But I guess a lot was said without talking."
"Oh, yes.. A lot was said. Maybe we can get together tomorrow or the next time I get out `walking' or whatever. all I know is that I don't want this to be the end of anything. not by a long shot!"
(to be continued....)